I could feel him even better now. He was so hard that it was a wonder he could keep going. Then again, it was a wonder I could keep paying attention, because this affected me just as much.
“Keep going,” I said. “You’re doing great.”
“I can’t…” He looked around again. No one was watching. But his face was flushed, his glasses slightly fogged. “We need to stop.”
“Do we?”
He was quiet, looking at the space on the desk between us. “Or, we could…”
“I’m listening,” I said.
He swallowed loudly, fidgeting in the chair so carefully that it was barely perceptible, but his eyes rolledand shut as the pressure on my foot grew stronger. “We could do the stats after.”
“Your place or mine?”
I pushedthrough the front door of the Bel House, Bennet half a step behind me.
“Stats study session,” I announced to whoever was listening. “Nobody disturb me.”
Chuckles rose from the living room. Taylor’s voice cut through. “Make sure to stay hydrated.”
More laughter.
Heat climbed up my neck, but I didn’t stop moving. And I didn’t look back.
“Don’t mind him,” I told Bennet as we hit the stairs.
Bennet didn’t respond. His breathing had picked up. I could hear it behind me as we climbed.
Down the hallway. Past the bathroom. Past the other rooms.
My door.
I opened it and let Bennet through, then shut it behind us. The lock clicked.
The sound seemed to flip a switch.
Bennet dropped his backpack. I barely registered the thud before he was on me.
His mouth found mine, hungry and demanding. There was nothing careful about it anymore. Nothing restrained. He kissed me like he’d been holding backfor hours and couldn’t anymore. Which, let’s face it, he had. And so had I. Leaving him naked in my bed this morning had been one of the most difficult decisions of my life, believe it or not.
I groaned into his mouth and backed him toward the bed, hands already pulling at his shirt. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting.
Good. I wanted it to sting.
We stumbled. His legs hit the mattress, and he sat, pulling me down with him. I went willingly, straddling his lap and never breaking the kiss.
His hands slid under my shirt, nails dragging up my back. I shuddered and rocked against him. I felt him hard beneath me, felt the way he gasped when I did it again.
“Jason,” he breathed against my mouth.
I pulled back just enough to yank my shirt over my head. His lips were red and swollen. His eyes were unfocused and so full of want it made my chest ache.
“You drive me crazy,” I said.
He pulled me back down. “Good.”
His mouth moved to my neck, hot and wet, teeth scraping my skin. I tilted my head back and let him work, fingers digging into his shoulders.